ComeFindMe

by Dae, Natalie

  “Come on now, Kat. Where are we going?” Dan tried to slow down, his feet dragging.

  “Part of the fun is not knowing,” she said, smiling at him over her shoulder.

  “And how did you find out about this place?” He upped his pace, walking alongside her.

  “Last night on the Internet.” She looked at him.

  “Last night?” His mouth dropped open and his brows rose. “And just what were you doing up in the middle of the night, woman?”

  Kat laughed, excitement burbling through her. “I couldn’t sleep. Didn’t you know men are renowned for dropping off straight after sex, leaving a woman wide awake and staring at the ceiling?”

  He grimaced and stared ahead. Kat smiled, her heart fluttering as they neared the side street. She turned down a single lane covered in small paving stones and Dan frowned, staring at the buildings on either side—Spanish-like, cream stucco-walled buildings that looked out of place compared to their more old-fashioned neighbors,

  “Ah, you’ve rented an apartment for the afternoon?” Dan stopped walking. “Looks like they’ve tried to bring a little of Europe here.”

  Kat nodded and moved toward the building on their right, walking up the pebbled path and reading the numbers on a brass plate beside a main entry door. She needed apartment block two so walked on, checking the next building. There it is. Her stomach bunched and she looked up at the windows, all closed off from the outside world by blinds. Well, this is it… She turned to face Dan, who stood in the middle of the street, beaming. Let’s hope that smile stays…

  “Come on.” She gestured for him to join her. “Time my secret was revealed.”

  Dan stood beside her and Kat reached up, pressing the only button on an intercom.

  “Yes?” asked a female voice, loud and clear.

  “I’m Kat Simmons. I booked a room for two hours.” She glanced at Dan, nerves jumping.

  “Ah yes. Come on in.”

  The release mechanism buzzed and Kat pushed the door open, stepping into a brightly lit foyer, the high shine of the beige marble floor reflecting the overhead lights. A semicircular beech desk dominated the back wall and a woman—high maintenance if Kat was any judge—sat behind it, all blonde teased hair and manicured red nails.

  “Hello there, Kat,” the receptionist said, voice warm and friendly. “Have you visited a room like this before?”

  “No. I—”

  “No problem. Take one of these leaflets.” She held it out and Dan moved to take it, but Kat intercepted.

  No way do I want him knowing my plan just yet!

  “Thank you,” Kat said. “Do I need to sign in or anything?”

  “No, I’ll log you into our computer. All I need is some ID, preferably the credit card you paid with.”

  Kat fumbled in her bag and produced her card, the slap of it loud on the desk. She blushed, hoping the woman didn’t take it as a sign of rudeness or impatience.

  “My name’s Erica, by the way.” The receptionist smiled, showing very white teeth. “Once you’re in the room, if you need me,” she laughed and flapped her hand, realizing her faux pas, “I mean, if you have any queries throughout your stay, please use the intercom provided. The leaflet explains everything, so I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Erica handed Kat a key and pointed to the elevators. “Room sixteen, level three.”

  Kat slid her card back into her bag and made a fist over the key, her heart thumping hard. “Thank you.” She glanced at Dan. “Ready?”

  “Of course, though for what I still have no idea.”

  Kat looked at Erica, who widened her eyes and covered a smile with her hand. “Have fun!” she trilled, tapping at her keyboard.

  The elevator doors eased open without Kat pressing any buttons and she guessed they were computer-controlled. She stepped inside and turned to face the foyer. Dan joined her and, as the doors whispered shut, he took her in his arms and kissed the crook of her neck. Shivers went through her and Kat closed her eyes, praying her surprise would be well received.

  He can always say no and we can go back to the cabin or my hotel. Even have a look around this town, have dinner and take the last bus back. No biggie. She sighed, wrapping her arms about his back and pressing into him. Who am I kidding? It is a biggie. Please let him enjoy this!

  The elevator jolted and came to a stop. Kat’s heart rate soared and she pulled away, taking his hand and leading him out into an immaculate tiled hallway.

  “Christ, this must have cost a fortune to hire,” Dan said, looking at the expensive-looking art hanging opposite each of the four doors.

  Kat nodded. “It’ll be worth it.” I hope. Outside room sixteen, Kat inserted the key and turned the handle, opening the door a couple of inches. “Come on. Time to just do as you’re told and enjoy the ride.”

  “Ah, you’re in one of those moods, are you?” Dan playfully swiped her ass and leaned a shoulder on the doorjamb. “Good job I’m in the mood that complements it.”

  Kat’s tummy rolled and she took a deep breath to quell her bunched nerves. Has he got an idea of what this place is? She inhaled deeply and pulled her dominance to the fore—the only way she could get through fully opening the door and easing the shock he might feel.

  “Right,” she said, hands on hips. “Get inside and strip.” She pushed the door and stepped inside, turning to face him.

  I’m doing this. Really doing this! Fuck, it feels good!

  His eyes widened and his brows rose as though he was humoring her. Dan peered around the doorjamb and his expression changed to one of shocked surprise. “Well, well! Look what my beautiful woman dreamed up.” He entered the room, taking it all in before settling his gaze on her. “God, but you’re a rare find.”

  “I said strip!” Kat’s excitement grew and she reveled in the surge of lust that swept through her at being in control. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d play out her fantasies. Never did she think she’d find anyone to share them with. She strode to the door and locked it, spinning to look at Dan. “Now!”

  Dan took off his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. To stop the sight of him undressing from crumbling her resolve, Kat studied the room. A four-poster, iron-framed bed stood against the back wall, pristine white sheets and two pillows on top. Sets of handcuffs dangled from the head and footboards, positioned roughly where wrists and ankles would be when a person lay spread-eagled. To the left, a large chest of drawers spanned the length of the bed, whips, chains, ropes and paddles hanging on hooks above. Kat’s pulse quickened at the thought of using them. She itched to touch every instrument, first to imagine what it would be like using them, then to actually live the dream. Everything was here for her—the tools, the bed, the man. A little overwhelmed by her good fortune, yet at the same time feeling dominant as hell, she vowed to act wanton, give her all. Tease and then fuck him.

  Fuck, I’m so wet…

  She shifted her gaze to Dan. His shirt was open, broad chest bare and inviting her to smooth her hands over it, but she resisted. She wanted to tease herself too, see how long it took for her to cave in and have his cock inside her. Could she control herself for longer than five minutes? Because at that moment, five minutes was all she imagined she could stand. He eased the fabric over his shoulders and dropped it to the floor, gaze fixed on her face. Her breathing went from steady to stuttered and she fought for control. Slipping off his boots and socks, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them whisper to his ankles. Kat remained in place despite every part of her screaming at her to move forward and touch him, to push him onto the bed and fuck him senseless. Dan stepped out of his jeans and kicked them aside, thumbs sliding beneath his waistband to lower his boxers, kicking them away too. His cock jutted out, hard and ready, and Kat longed to take it deep into her mouth and suck, tongue swirling around the head, hand fondling his balls.

  “Get on the bed.” She pointed to it. “On your hands and knees, facing away from me.”

  Dan’s cock bobbed and he stood for a
moment, a lazy smile on his lips.

  Is he thinking of defying me?

  A wave of lust swept over her at the thought. If he defied her, she’d have to be more dominant. In fact, she half hoped he did…

  He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he looked at her with longing and admiration. Turning, he walked to the bed, climbing on and adopting her ordered position, ass presented to her in all its cunt-wetting glory. She stifled a gasp and moved to the drawers, fingertips skating over the implements.

  Which one shall I use first?

  Unable to decide, she continued to touch them. Scenarios filtered into her mind. The crop biting Dan’s skin, leaving red stripes across his ass. The handcuffs chafing his wrists and ankles, bringing pain but at the same time pleasure. His body bucking as she struck him with the crop, pre-cum glistening on the end of his cock. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, hand stilled on a whip. Dan’s breathing increased speed and she fancied he watched her, waited for her to turn to him and deliver what he wanted. To have such control sent her giddy, and she opened her eyes again, giving him a sidelong look.

  His head rested on the bed, cheek pressed to the mattress, and he was indeed watching her. She allowed a small smile to curve her mouth and the devil in her wanted him to wait. Make him so crazy he’d come pretty damn fast when she did allow him release.

  “Do you want me, Dan?” She licked her lips.

  “Fuck, yes. You know I do.”

  Sucking her index finger, she stared at him. His hands bunched into fists and his toes scrunched. She staved off a smile and narrowed her eyes, needing to hear how much he wanted her, needing his words to fuel her fantasy.

  Kat pulled her finger out and trailed her hand down to her breast. She toyed with a nipple through the fabric covering it, enjoying the way it rasped over the taut bud—enjoying Dan’s wide eyes telling her he wished he were the one touching.

  “How much do you want me, Dan?”

  “More than ever.”

  “So if I undressed now and touched my cunt, you’d want to touch yourself?”

  His groan filled the room and he closed his eyes. “Yes.”

  “But I wouldn’t allow you to touch yourself. You know that, don’t you?”

  He nodded, the sheet rustling beneath his cheek, and opened his eyes again. Kat fondled the whip with the same languid strokes she was giving her nipple, and a rush of desire spiked inside her. How would he take it if she whipped herself? If she slashed across her thigh and cried out in pleasure-pain, Dan ordered not to move, to just observe? Would he come from the sight alone? Would she come too, the emotions alone enough to get her off? The thought of that made her hike in a sharp breath and she closed her eyes, showing him how much she enjoyed tormenting him. A ragged sigh left him. Kat released a long, drawn-out “Ahhh” to heighten his desire, pleased when he let out one of his own.

  I’m getting to him. This is getting to him.

  Snapping her eyes open, she lowered her hands and looked down at her chest. Her nipples tented the fabric of her shirt. “Wouldn’t you just love to suck them, Dan? Kiss me all over and fuck me hard and fast.”

  He swallowed and moved one hand toward his cock.

  “Ah, now you know you mustn’t do that.”

  He stopped, breathing even faster now, and placed his hand where it was before.

  Kat turned back to the instruments, one hand caressing her thigh, the other dallying between a whip and a wooden paddle. The paddle looked as if it would deliver a satisfying whack, and she removed it from its hook, laying it on the bed beside him.

  Dan glanced at it. “Fuck! I want you already.”

  “‘I wants’ don’t get. You need to learn to beg.” Kat barely managed to keep her tone commanding. Her excitement spun through her faster, urging her to strip off her clothes, flip Dan over and sink down onto his cock. She pushed away the need, knowing if she resisted she’d have sharper pleasure later. She pulled open the drawers one by one—slowly—noting their contents. Condoms, lube, butt-plugs, vibrators…

  A plug inside my ass and Dan inside my cunt… Oh god! I want to come already.

  “What’s in the drawer?” Dan asked, his voice breathy.

  Kat ran her hand over the contents. “You know, I could ask you to remain quiet. I could work this so you’re not allowed to make a sound. Do you want that?”

  “No. I want to speak, want—”

  “Uh, what did I say earlier?”

  “‘I wants’ don’t get.”

  “Right.” She smiled to herself. “But although I said that, I happen to want to hear you beg, to plead, to tell me how much you need me—because then I’ll deny you.”

  “Shit, Kat. I want you so badly I could come right now. You’re driving me crazy.”

  “Good.” Fresh spasms of desire rocked her. God, she’d been missing so much! This new journey, the discovery of what she really wanted and how it made her feel, took her breath away. A whole new world was out there for them, of sexual revelations and inner peace. Yes, she’d wanted it for the longest time, but even her wildest dreams hadn’t prepared her for the sharp shots of lust that actually playing this out brought. Dreams had shown Kat what she had suppressed, what her subconscious knew she yearned for, and she’d woken panting and wet, orgasms rocketing through her. But this? The reality of it was wholly different—the sensations were keener, the emotions fuller, the need so great she had to grit her teeth and hold back tears.

  She took out a condom and slid it beneath the pillow for later, Dan’s ragged sigh telling her he could do with putting the sheath on now. She smiled, heady with the fast-growing power surging inside her.

  God, her cunt was wet. Wetter than any time she could remember.

  I want to touch it, to feel how wet it really is, to glide my fingers over the soft lips. Have Dan’s tongue lapping the moisture up.

  “Shit!” she whispered as her cunt contracted.

  “Is it getting to you too?” Dan asked.

  She ignored him and began to undress, enjoying the way Dan watched her. Lifting her top up then over her head, she tossed it to the floor. Dan’s eyes widened at the sight of her with no bra and he fisted the sheets. Did he yearn to reach down and fist his cock instead? She cupped her breasts, feeling the weight of them, thumbs brushing over her highly sensitive nipples. Kay swayed and closed her eyes, listening to his quick intake of breath.

  “Kat…”

  She continued, circling her hips, tongue dashing out to wet her lips. “Ah, baby. You want to touch me, don’t you? You want to jump off that bed and grab me, throw me down and pound into me…”

  “Yes. Yes!”

  “But you can’t. Not yet.”

  “Jesus, Kat, I—”

  “Shh. Just watch.”

  She opened her eyes. Dan’s knuckles had whitened and he’d clenched his teeth. Sweat beaded his forehead and a red blush tinted his cheeks.

  You have no idea how much I want you right now. I want you inside me, bringing me off, unable to make it last because you want me too damn much.

  Kat skated her hands down her belly, thumbs easing beneath the waistband of her jeans. She popped open the buttons one by one, drawing it out, fighting the urge to rip her jeans off and get fucked now. Toeing off her boots, she kicked them away then glided her jeans down her legs. Dan gasped at her lack of underwear and stared at her cunt, eyes half lidded and full of desire. She looked down at herself. Juices glistened in her thatch of hair, the curls heavy and thick with it. Her scent wafted up and she inhaled deeply, the stink of sexual arousal adding to her need.

  Naked now, she leaned forward, her heavy breasts within inches of his face, and picked up the paddle.

  “I need you,” he said.

  Kat ignored him and moved to the bottom of the bed, standing side-on to Dan so she could wield the paddle with better force. He hung his head, back muscles bunching as he awaited the first strike. She took her time, testing her swing, the waft of air the paddle created
making him tense some more. His biceps contracted and the bones in his wrists jutted beneath the skin.

  “What do you want, Dan?” she asked. “Do you want it hard or soft, a single smack or several?”

  He raised his head, peering back at her over his shoulder. “Whatever you want. I’ll take whatever you give me.”

  “Good answer. Face forward.”

  He complied, staring at the wall, his toes curling. Kat licked her lips, the sight of his unmarked ass and thick upper thighs bringing on a fresh release of juices to her cunt.

  I need to come. Need the release so desperately, yet…I want the heightened desire more.

  She slapped the paddle against her palm lightly, in a slow rhythm, testing how it felt, wondering how much Dan could take if she struck him as hard as she wanted. He sucked in a breath, one hand lifting from the mattress to clasp his cock.

  “Don’t touch yourself. Put your hand back on the bed.”

  Dan groaned and resumed his former position, hips lowering as though he wanted to press himself to the bed to gain some much-needed friction. “I— This is…so difficult.”

  “Is it what you want? What you crave?”

  “Yes,” he hissed. “God, yes.”

  She raised the paddle and swung, bringing it down onto the curve of his ass. He cried out, head snapping back, and she caught a glimpse of the corded muscles in the side of his neck. Kat struck him again with the same result then leaned forward, trailing the paddle down his spine to his ass, finishing the move with another crack to his skin. Dan arched his back and Kat took the opportunity to paddle him—again, again, again—his body jerking, his voice growing hoarse from the force of his yells.

  Dropping the paddle to the bed, she took a crop from a wall hook and returned to the bed. She trailed its tip down his back and swept it along his inner thigh, gliding upward to lightly tease his balls. They tensed and Kat smiled, withdrew the crop and brought it down across both ass cheeks.

  A strangled “Fuck!” left Dan, followed by a growl—he was fighting to control himself. He shifted backward a little, once again glancing over his shoulder. “Let me fuck you. Please, just let me fuck you.”